[She nods, then pats Blissey on the head, giving her a soft instruction to keep an eye on the place for a bit and begins walking out the door.]

I do. I've been putting off asking for help... [Because she keeps half hoping Carson will come back and make it not her problem any more, but she'd feel very pathetic admitting that aloud.] Doesn't look like I can avoid it any longer, though. Simon and I can only do so much.